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95 percent of these supposed to be thugs is hoes With Victoria Secret panties crammin that ass hole Throwin the crooked finger ddd- ridin the west coast Giv em' some real soldiers Why'all son of bitches, hoes I called it like I called it Think I'm wrong, step forward And get yo mind pushed in a science class bucket She in to tough talkin now that 50 got on Quit fantisizing bout that man, and live on You ain't neva be hard, yo mammy titty fed you too long Probly still suck it if she pulled it out and showed ya Tonite were gettin closure,I'm pointin out folks Pullin niggaz cards, exposin what ya hold I'm sorry if it feels you don't know me no more Just had some shit on my mind,in my chest I had to get off You can't judge a mutha fuckin book by its cover But I can spot a bitch a mile away Pardon me brotha Chorus O its on, get at me, bitch I won't slap the shit outcha Whacho want, Drag, cummon, bring all the bitches O its on, get it, bitch I won't slap the shit whacho want, drag, cummon, bring all the bitches " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " O its on, get it, bitch I won't slap the shit whacho want, drag cummon get ya some, mutha fuchas Verse 2 These niggaz catchin feelings They ain't men they women And he gay 'cause he wit em and he trying to defend em So I say we should expose these hoes I think our fans should know they gon shoot up yo shows Its on know ya'll can cummon down I got a desert eagle wit a silencer I swear it make no sound A 4-5 calibur with some bullets that so round 50 took a look at it and told me to slow down Petey you need me nigga just holla and I got ya Throw on some frank sinatra and order me some pasta They fuckin with some mobstas See we can get it done, and I bet you at his funeral Nobody gon come I ain't here to be beefin wit no nigga to get a name If you pussie and show yo panties, I'm pullin out my thang Got a habit of smackin faggots with semi-automatics You niggas in trouble Buck and petey back at it its on! (chorus) If you jump off in the club its a jump off in the club She can tow up just get tore up like I give a good fuck All the champagne I don bought but why'all don paid for this chair That I'm fittin to take and break acros this son of bitch head Look at bonecrusher very first verse he don read (10 ton( That's on everything I love to drop then Fuckin round get a main artery cut in half Blood gushin out the side of you're neck bleedin to death Needin a paramedic to reconnect n piecen you back together I don seen it happen too many times out here, hate it man Its gettin crucial out here n you takin this shit for granite Pussy punk, panty wearin mascara faggot Blowpop suckin ass,juicy fruity crooked man Molested as a child, by the babysitter daddy Backstabbin motherfuckin crabs in a barell I can't stand em, but I bet I can handle em